As you walk west on Wilshire, you can look north or south and each block has its own row of different trees. Of course the palms are easier for a picture. The shorter trees get muddled up with the houses and the cars but it’s lovely to look at anyway.
I’m always hot for a reflect-o.
Out at 5:30 this morning, I was greeted by these cawing crows who followed me, caw caw cawing, from lamp post to lamp post for three blocks.
For the first block it was just these three and then as time went on more and more gathered, but they never settled down for a picture. It was fun though, and this picture will remind me. What a racket!